| I’ve fallen victim to unbroken monotony of servitude
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| And reluctantly forced to worship the human form
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| In the thickets of branch and labyrinthine tendrils
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| And unfamiliar script emerges
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| «For what secrets doth this script wish to reveal»
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| In the distance a silhouette emerged
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| Ancient masonry draped in the infinite vine
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| And exotic bulbs of prepubescent flowers
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| The haunting script etched above the crest
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| Da’at han’elam — The star inscribed and facing th west
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| A sanctuary to the preservation of the obscured
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| Wisdom and ritual binding the magic of Pistis to the mortal plane
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| Divine Decree has reached and pulled me inside
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| Found myself in an astral state as if no longer a slave to time
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| Years had passed by without a single moment lost
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| Immersed in the mysteries of Yaldabaoth
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| Pulled from my slumber in the nocturnal hours
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| Visions seek to sway my path to an illuminating presence
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| The Masters — calling me by my true name
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| Im’maud’hi!
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| With the tree completed
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| It’s monolith self inscribed
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| In the wilderness seven years had come and gone
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| Im’maud’hi our hero determined to bring about the light of Dawn
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| To teach his mysteries to only trusted kin
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| Destiny! |
| To reverse Ik’thran’ithul’s Sins
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| Buried beneath the obelisks encased in stone
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| Enchanted gears perpetuating frequencies of confusion
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| The destruction of these monuments is the key to freeing the minds
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| Once this hideous curse is broken I will rise
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| Returned to society and shunned by all
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| The hermit spat upon and all curses called
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| Yet kindness was shown by a fellowship of six
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| Now Seven within Seven his entered apprentice
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| Sharing the mysteries of Sophia’s call
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| Seven angles now formed the Golden Dawn
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| Together, this night we resist the tyrants
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| And birth the new revolution
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| We destroy the first monument of control
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| And the rest are soon to follow
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| And brought with them Da’at
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| They rose to meet the path
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| Of prophecy manifest in flesh
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| And with coming of dawn
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| Great works they would spawn
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| «I beseech thee O Pistis
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| Guide my hand "
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| Undoing the workings of tyrants of greed
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| And they revel in fear as the minds are unleashed
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| For we shall not stop at once but dismatle all shrines of oppression
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| Stone by stone we deface
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| Autocracy erased
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| And establish our name by subjugation
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| Surrounded now, by guardians of the king
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| Brows furrowed and weapons drawn
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| And with our spells, we cast them into death
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| For we are the few who dare to rise
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| Placing the weight the world, solemnly on our backs
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| Forging a path to mysteries of the ancient one
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| We await the coming days, with quests whispered from sacred daemons and demigods
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| Our future is set |